No doubt it was Vegeta, however, if I may add, a very messed up Vegeta. His face was covered with dust and blood, open wounds every where. Eyes bloodshot, with bags under them added more to his already gruesome makeup. His usual neat Spandex clothes were torn and ripped as if he was placed through a shredding machine.

"Oh my god," gasped Bulma, after recovering from her screaming. Vegeta slowly smiled and then went limp. As he fell, Bulma quickly reached over to catch him. Then, feeling the lightness of his body, she dropped him in surprise. "Opps! Sorry!" she said as Vegeta groaned. After putting him onto the bed, Bulma rushed downstairs to tell Goku.

The man did come back, Bulma thought. "Yeah, after all those years of waiting and no hope! I hope that he never recovers!" Bulma shouted aloud to herself. Slowing herself to a walk, she angrily kicked away pebble in her path. "NO ONE RUINS MY LIFE AND WALKS AWAY WITH IT!!!!" she yelled at the pebble. Dumbly, she stood over the pebble, as if expecting it to talk back to her. After standing there for a second, she remembered what she was doing in the first place.

"Damn," she muttered under her breath, "he's even messed up my mind."

Finally, after molesting several more pebbles on the dirt path, Bulma reached Goku and Trunks.

As always, Goku and Trunks were fighting. No, no, no, not fighting as in letting out your anger over someone else. Fighting as in COMPETITION. When Bulma reached both of them, she did not yell, or scream when she saw both of them with some blood and torn clothes. This was a daily sight for her, to see her son and Goku like that. She stood there for a few seconds, letting the two finish their "fight". Feinting a kick to Goku's side, Trunks quickly punched a direct hit to Goku's head. However, it wasn't there. It was just air. Quickly turning around, he saw Goku transport right behind him. Without hesitation, Trunks blasted an energy ball right behind him. Yet again, it was just air. Without warning, Trunks sensed energy above him, but it was too late. Using his elbow, Goku jammed Trunks to the ground. A second later, all Goku could see was dust and smoke as a large hole appeared in the ground. And standing right next to it was Bulma.

"Hey, Bulma, sorry, I forgot the time with Trunks and...uh..." Goku stammered.

Out of the rubble, Trunks got up and dusted his clothes. "Hey, mom," he immediately said to Bulma, "Don't get mad okay? We were just making use of time when you said you were going upstairs to change. We didn't break anything this time, 'kay?"

Bulma scoffed, and sighed. Trunks followed where her eyes were looking at. Behind him was a huge hole that covered Bulma's "previous" attempt to grow a garden.

"Oh, geesh, mom. Really sorry about that!" Trunks quickly replied, laughing nervously, as his hand scratched the back his head. Bulma didn't say anything. She just looked at the ground. "Mom?" Trunks implied, nervously. What Bulma was thinking about wasn't her vegetable garden. When she looked at both Trunks and Goku fighting, she couldn't help but substituting Trunks as Vegeta. How he fought, especially Goku brought back harsh memories. But now he was back, and it was all going to be okay...isn't it?

Bulma quickly looked up at her son. His purple eyes, eyed her nervously. Yes, there was a part of her son that she wished that Vegeta had more often. Then, she remembered why she came out in the first place.

"Trunks, you're father is back," Bulma said nonchalantly.

Trunks' eyes grew wide. His father? It couldn't be. He saw him die, he couldn't be back. He then gripped his mother's shoulders, shaking her slightly. "Where is he? Mom, tell me!" "He's upstairs in my room," Bulma's toneless voice replied. Letting go of her, Trunks dashed inside the house.

Sensing something was up, Goku landed on the ground in front of Bulma. She looked up at him with watery eyes. It was then, that Goku knew what happened. "He's back isn't he?" Goku asked. "Yes," whispered Bulma, as tears spilled down her perfectly shaped face, ruining her recently applied mascara. As he looked at her, he realized now that Vegeta was back, it was going to change everything between him and Bulma. Not that much happened however, looking at each other, they both knew that something would be missing now. After a few brief seconds, Bulma turned away and walked towards the house, wiping her tears away. There goes another person, Goku's mind told him, while watching Bulma walking slowly away from him...

Trunks ran upstairs, breathless.

It can't be him. There must be a mistake.

He remembered when he was only a child he hid behind the kitchen door, watching the TV. His mother didn't want him to watch the fight. She sat there on the couch wringing a pillow, eyes intent on the television. Trunks found it hard to keep up with the lightning motions of his father. Vegeta was knocked down time and time, but always got up.

Vegeta was then struck down from a powerful blast. Trunks waited. And waited. Come on, Dad, get up, Trunks pleaded. But there was no sign. The dust settled, and there was Vegeta's body, battered and bloody. GET UP! The body lied there motionless. Trunks looked to his mother for an explanation. She wasn't moving.

He walked to his motionless mother on the couch. She had fainted. Trunks slowly turned his head towards the TV. The body was still there.

His father was invincible, he was a Saiyan prince, and no one could beat him. But there he lay, motionless in the dust. Trunks ran outside, tears welling up in his eyes. He tripped and fell on the grass. Great heaving sobs racked his body. His hands clenched fistfuls of grass. His father never told him that he loved him. His father never taught him how to play, how to read. Now he was taken from him.

It wasn't fair. Trunks' anger exploded within him. His body thrummed with energy. His eyes slowly turned into a bluish color, and his hair stiffened into a yellow color.

"IT'S NOT FAIR!!!!" Trunks had screamed at the sky, in his new Super Saiyan form.

Those words echoed in his mind, as he bounded up the stairs. Reaching the top of the stairs, he stopped to catch his breath. He then walked slowly to Bulma's room...